We Should Hang

I cry when you look at me

My eyes could not really believe the type of beauty that they see

They saw everything in between

But you're something else, something neat

I'm thinking of ya in my sleep

But when she walks, she stops the street

She'd make the Virgin Mary weep

And they don't understand

No, they don't understand

I was chasing shadows on the wall

Open your window, lock the door

I hear the breeze blow through the hall

And all the stairs to chase the stars

The moon drips through just like a leak

From the frame straight to the sheets

And you're something else, you're a creep

Just like Tom in ninety three

And maybe we should hang

Yeah, maybe we should

I cry when you look at me

My eyes could not really believe the type of beauty that they see

They saw everything in between

'Cause she's the sky and she's the truth

She's the bloom and she's the green

She's the ground under your feet

The type your mother said to keep

I cry when you look at me

My eyes could not really believe the type of beauty that they see

They saw everything in between

But you're something else, something neat

I'm thinking of you in my sleep

When she walks, she stops the street

She'll make the Virgin Mary weep

Yeah, maybe we should hang